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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s 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 Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.