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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.