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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.