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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.