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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.