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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.