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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.