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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.