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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.