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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.