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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.