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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.