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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.