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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Q65,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.