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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.