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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
the Association,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.