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 India and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.