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 Oman 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.