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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.