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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy 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 dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Slave,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.