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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.