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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
PIL,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.