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 Laos 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.