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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.