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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Neu!,
MC5,
The Names,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.