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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
UT,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.