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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.