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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.