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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.