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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Faust,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.