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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.