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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.