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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.