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 Turkey 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.