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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
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.