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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.