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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.