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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.