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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Magma,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.