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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.