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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.