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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.