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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.