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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.