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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.