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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.