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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
UT,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.