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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.