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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.