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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.