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 Venezuela 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.