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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.