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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.