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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.