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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.