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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.