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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.