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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.