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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
cv313,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.