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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.