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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.