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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.