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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.