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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.