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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.