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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.