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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.