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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
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.