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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.