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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.