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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.