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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.