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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.