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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Scion,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.