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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.