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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.