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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.