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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.