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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
the Normal,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.