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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.