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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.