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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.