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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Japan,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.