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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.