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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.