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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.