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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.