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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.