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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.