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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
June Days,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.