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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.