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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.