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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music 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 techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
the Association,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.