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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.