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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.