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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.