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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.