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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s 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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.