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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.