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 Grenada and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.