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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Oneida 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.