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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.