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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Swans,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Wire,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.