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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.