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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.