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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.