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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.