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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.