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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Saints,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.