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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.