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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.