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 Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.