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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.