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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Martian,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.