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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Move,
Slave,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.