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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 JFA to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.