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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.