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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Moebius,
The Slits,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.