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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.