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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
MC5,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.