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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.