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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.