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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Brick,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.