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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.