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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.