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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.