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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
MC5,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.