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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.