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 Peru 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.