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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
UT,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.