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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.