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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.