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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.