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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.