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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.