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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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 Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.