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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Organ,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.