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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.