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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Nas,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.