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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.