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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.