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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.