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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.