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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.