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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.