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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.