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 Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.