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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.