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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
ABC,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.