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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.