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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.