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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.