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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.