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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 Edmonton and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.