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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.