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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Television,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.