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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.