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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Scratch Acid 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.