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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
the Human League,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Lyres,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.