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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Index,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.