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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.