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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.