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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.