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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.