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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.