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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.