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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.