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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Organ,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.