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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.