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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.