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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.