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 United States and from Houston.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.