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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.