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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.