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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.