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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.