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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.