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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.