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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.