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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.