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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Franke to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
X-101,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.