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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.