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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.