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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.