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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.