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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.