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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Can,
The Names,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.