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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.