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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.