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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.