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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.