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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.