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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.