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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
ABC,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.