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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.