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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.