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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.