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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.