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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.