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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.