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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.