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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.