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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Television,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.