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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.