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 Syria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.