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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.