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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Neil Young 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.