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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.