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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.