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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.