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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.