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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
UT,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.