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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
10cc,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
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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.