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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Martian,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.