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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Smog,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.