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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.