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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.