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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.