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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Television,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.