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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
ABC,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.