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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.