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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.