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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.