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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
the Slits,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.