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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.