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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Index,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.