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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Slave,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.