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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Chrome,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.