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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.