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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.