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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.