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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.