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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.