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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.