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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.