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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.