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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.