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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.