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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.