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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Urselle,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.