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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Standells 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.