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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.