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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.