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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.