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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Franke,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.