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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.