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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.