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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.