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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.