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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Suicide,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.