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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.