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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.