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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.