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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.