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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.