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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Can,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.