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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.