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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.