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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Index,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.