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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.