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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.