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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.