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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.