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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.