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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.