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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.