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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.