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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.