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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the grime 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Yazoo,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.