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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.