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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.