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 Toronto.
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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.