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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.