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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.