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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.