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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.