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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.