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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.