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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.