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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.