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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
UT,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.