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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.