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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.