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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Index,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.