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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.