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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.