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 Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.