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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 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 Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.