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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.