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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.