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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.