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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.