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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.