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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.