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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
MC5,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.