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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.