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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Pole,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.