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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.