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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.