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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Neu!,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.