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 Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.