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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.