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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.