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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.