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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.