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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.