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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
The Associates,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.