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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.