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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.