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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.