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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.