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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
The Human League,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.