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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.