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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Visage,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.