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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.