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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Index,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.