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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.