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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.