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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.