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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Index,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.