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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.