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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.