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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.