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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Fall,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.