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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.