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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.