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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.