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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.