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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.