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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.