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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.