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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.