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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.