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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.