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 Paraguay 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
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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.