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 Sudan and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.