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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.