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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.