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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.