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 Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.