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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.