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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.