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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Technova,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.