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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.