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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Brick,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.