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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Index,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.