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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Organ,
MC5,
Minutemen,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.