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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.