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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
10cc,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.