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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.