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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.