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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.