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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.