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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.