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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Motorama,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.