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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.