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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
The Evens,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.