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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.