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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.