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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.