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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Faust,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.