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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Yaz to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.