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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.