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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.