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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Brick,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.