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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.