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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.