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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.