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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.