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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 DNA to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.