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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.