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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Nas,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.