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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.