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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.