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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Television,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.