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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Yellowson 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.