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 Estonia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.