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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.