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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.