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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.