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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.