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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.