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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
June of 44,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.