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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Lyres,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.