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 New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.