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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Magma,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.