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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.