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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.