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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.