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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.