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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.