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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Index,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.