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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.