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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.