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 Eritrea 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.