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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.