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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Make Up,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.