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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.