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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.