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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.