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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
UT,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.