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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.