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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.