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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.