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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.