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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.