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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.