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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.