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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.