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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
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.