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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.