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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.