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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
JFA,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.