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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.