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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
CMW,
Franke,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.