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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
June Days,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.