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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.