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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.