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 Slovakia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.