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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.