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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.