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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Crime,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.