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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.