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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.