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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Visage,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.