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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.