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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.