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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Organ,
The Leaves,
AZ,
ABC,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.