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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Index,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
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.