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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.