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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Hashim,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.