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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.