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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.