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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.