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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.