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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Fear,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.