Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.