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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.