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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.