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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.