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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.