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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
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.