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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.