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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
DNA,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.