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 Congo 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.