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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
CMW,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.