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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Japan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.