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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.