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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.