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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.