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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
PIL,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.