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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.