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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.