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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.