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 France and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Pylon,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.