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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.