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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Organ,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.