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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.