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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.