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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.