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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.