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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.