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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Crime,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
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.