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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.