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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.