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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.