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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.