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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.