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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
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.