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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
UT,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.