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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.