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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Sonics to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
UT,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.