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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Wings,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.