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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.