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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Cluster,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.