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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.