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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.