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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.