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 Norway 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Qualms,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.