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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.