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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Japan to the funk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.