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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.