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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Visage,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Japan,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.