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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.