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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 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 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.