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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.