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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 a-ha 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.