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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.