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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Visage,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.