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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.