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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.