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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.