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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.