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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.