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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Television,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.