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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
the Germs,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.