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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.