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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.