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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 ABC to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.