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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.