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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.