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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.