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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.