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 Niger 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.