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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.