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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.