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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.