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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.