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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.