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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.