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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.