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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun 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 electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.